another memory

When I lived in New Jersey, and worked in NY, the bus I took went over the Raritan river right before pulling off onto Exit 9 (shout out to all y'all who understand what that means). At one point, I was regularly catching a bus that, when running on time, would cross over the river in time for me to see the rowing teams. I'm guessing that they were from Rutgers, but I'm not sure. Anyhow, it was always a wonderful sight to see and I always tried to sit on the right-hand side of the bus so that I could watch them for the brief seconds before they were out of sight.

This warm memory was brought up for me recently when I watched a movie with rowing in it (a very small part of the movie, mind you) that a friend had loaned me. This picture isn't mine, I found it on the Rutgers website. The article is from 2004, so it could even be that this is one of the people I used to gaze at.

There was also an old abandoned riverboat on the other side of the bridge--I always enjoyed seeing that one on my ride in to the city, especially on foggy mornings.

Me, bar coded

When I created the bar code (here), it was created with actual numbers and stuff there. When I downloaded it, imagine my surprise when I found out that I'm a big zero.

Achoo

Julia woke up this morning feeling kinda out of it. Everything she said was in a pathetic, almost whiny, voice. "I didn't get much sleep at all last night because of all the noise." Noise? Huh? "I don't feel like eating my oatmeal." "I don't feel good." Her forehead didn't feel warm to me, but her cheeks were all red and she clearly wasn't feeling well. I took her brother to school, came home and took her temperature. Wowzers. One ear said 102.2, the other ear said she was over 103. Motrin took care of that in fairly quick order. Then she took a long nap after lunch. Now? Now she looks like this, curled up on the sofa watching the pinnacle of intellectual kid fare, Bratz Babies. Sigh.Tomorrow is Valentine's Day. I'm a little worried that she won't be able to go to school to be with her friends tomorrow. I, of course, want her to feel better, but she loves these sorts of holidays. She's a very generous kid. We'll see.

Today is your lucky day

You know. If there's anything you wanted to ask me where I had to be totally honest when answering it. Oh wait. I'm (almost) always totally honest.

love this

Snow!

This morning I was out shoveling with my daughter when she turned to me and said, "mommy, when you were little like me, did you love snow like I do?" I said, "I did. I still love snow." "Then why are you shoveling it?" asked the sweet little one. Then the boy came out and grabbed his shovel and actually worked quite hard to clear some snow.When they're not busy frustrating me (and that's all about me, not them. of course.), these darling short and loud people make me gosh darn happy.